This will be the last poem I write. I'm done with poetry. I'm done with anything I was once was or had. It's time to start over. It's time to forget who and what I was. Because I've begun to hate who I am.
Silence, As I walk this lonely road. Silence, Unable to find my strengths. Silence,
Your hands hover over the small of… While mine slip behind your head Resting on the seat we sit. Sparks fly as our lips meet once m… Volcanoes begin to erupt in my sto…
How is it that our prisoners Are better cared for than our home… How come expressing yourself Makes you weird or a freak? How come I can’t tell you you’re…
Would you like me to write a poem… A poem about what is wrong? He is back and back with a vengean… A bloodcurdling anger has fueled. He visits me every day
There he is; The one who awaits He who watches as you slowly give… As you suddenly let go, Staring back at you is not who you…
My name is one of common nature; you can find others like it around nearly every corner you turn. The meaning of the name varies by culture: some have said it means “Keeper of Keys” whi...
I ask for forgiveness and I am gi… I ask for trust and I am given un… I ask for faith and I am given do… I ask for you and I am alone. I look for hope and I find fear.
Most normal people can dream good… I guess that makes me abnormal. For I haven’t dreamt a good dream… Left to question my own moral. When it starts out good it falls a…
The streets are calling my name Saying, “Girl come and hit it! It’s a feeling that you’ll love!” Don’t you fucking get it? I got reasons to stay away
I see the change that has become. The sorrow we have brought upon ou… You used to write about love and h… Curiosities of your heart and mind… And I of stories untold.
How can you be happy In a World like Today? When the one’s that you Love Are the ones Taken away... I Hope, my dear,
The leaves fall to the floor In shades of yellow and orange. A crisp winter breeze The distinct smell of fall. I turn to my left
centerI feel a sullen breathing on… I turn and face my attacker feelin… Until I see his face... No, not you, not you again... You associate with my worst nightm…
Maybe I really do hate you, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise. Maybe I don’t hate you. Maybe I just hate what you did to me, what you put me through. This feeling of hatred ...
Over head the moon shines a heaven… Below the sea howls a gruesome sou… The in between is where I resign… A place I may never be found The stars fly by, one by one,